The Butter to My Bread

It’s late, the highway is empty, and you’re heading home after a long shift with groceries in your trunk—until a jolt from a pothole makes your car lurch. Then you hear a voice… from inside your trunk. Your ex is sitting there, casually snacking on your bread, milk, and chips, grinning sheepishly and insisting she’s “not just here for food.” Hungry, bold, and full of nostalgia, she forces you to face feelings you thought were long buried. Between stolen groceries, awkward confessions, and a quiet drive under the night sky, you’re left wondering: should you be mad… or happy she came back?